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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.