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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Japan,
Brick,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.