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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.