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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.