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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Can to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.