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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.