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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.