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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.