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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.