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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.