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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.