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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.