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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.