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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.