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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Japan,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.