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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.