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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.