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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.