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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.