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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.