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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.