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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.