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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.