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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.