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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.