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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Can,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.