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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Mars,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.