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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.