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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.