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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.