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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Wire,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.