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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.