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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.