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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.