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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.