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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.