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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Ronan,
MDC,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.