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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.