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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.