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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.