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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.