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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.