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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.