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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.