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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.