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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.