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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
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.