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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.