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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.