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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.