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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Swans,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.