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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.