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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.