Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Can,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.