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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.