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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.