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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.