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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.