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 Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.