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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.