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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.