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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.