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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.