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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
the Slits,
June Days,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.