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 Albania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.