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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.