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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.