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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Martian,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.