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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.