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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
June Days,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Brick,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.