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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.