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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.