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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.