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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.