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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.