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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Names,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.