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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.