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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
UT,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.