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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.