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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.