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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.