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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
JFA,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.