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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.