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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.