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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.