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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.