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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.