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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.