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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.