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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.