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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.