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 North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Japan,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.