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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.