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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.