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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.