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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.