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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.