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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.