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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Organ,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.