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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
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.