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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.