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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Can,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.