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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.