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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.