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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.