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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.