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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.