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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.