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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.