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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.