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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s 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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.