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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.