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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.