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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.