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 France and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.