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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Magma,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.