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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.