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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Organ,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.