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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.