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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.