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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sparks,
June Days,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.