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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.