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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.