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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Monks,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.