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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.