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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.