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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.