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 Iran 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.