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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.