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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.