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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.