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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
JFA,
Television,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.