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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.