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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
X-102,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.