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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.