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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.