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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.