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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.