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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.