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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Associates,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
MDC,
JFA,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.