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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.