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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.