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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.