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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.