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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.