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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Mars,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.