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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Japan,
CMW,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.