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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.