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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.