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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.