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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.