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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.