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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.