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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
New Order,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.