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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.