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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s 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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.