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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.