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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.