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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
The Residents,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.