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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.