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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.