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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.