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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.