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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.