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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.