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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
MC5,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.