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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.