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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.