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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.