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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.