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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.