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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.