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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.