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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.