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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cowsills,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.