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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.