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 Chile 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.