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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.