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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.