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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camouflage 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.