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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moleskins 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
CMW,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.