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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.