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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.