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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.