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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.