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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.