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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.