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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.