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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.