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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 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 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.