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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.