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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 The Doors to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.