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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Slits,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.