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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.