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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.