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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Monks,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.