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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.