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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.