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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Visage,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Can,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Scrapy,
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.