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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.