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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.