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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.