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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.