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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.