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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.