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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.