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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
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.