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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.