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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.