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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.