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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.