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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.