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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
X-102,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.