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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.