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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.