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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.