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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Fear,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.