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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.