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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.