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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.