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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Associates,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.