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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 In Retrospect 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.