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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.