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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.