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 Malta and from Milan.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Crime,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.