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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.