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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.