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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Monks,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.