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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.