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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.