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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.