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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.