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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.