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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.