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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
PIL,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.