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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.