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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.