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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.