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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Smog to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.