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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.