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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.