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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.