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 Qatar and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.