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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.