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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.