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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.