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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.