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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.