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 Finland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.