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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Wire,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.