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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.