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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.