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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.