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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.