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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.