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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Oneida,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.