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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.