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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.