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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.