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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.