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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.