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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.