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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.