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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.