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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.