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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.