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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.