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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.