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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.