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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
PIL,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.