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 Madagascar 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.