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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.