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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.