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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.