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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.