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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Black Flag,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.