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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.