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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Index,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.