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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.