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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.