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 Mauritania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.