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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Aswad,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.