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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.