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 France and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Technova,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.