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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.