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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Index,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.