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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.