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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.