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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.