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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.