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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
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.