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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.