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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.