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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.