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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.