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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.