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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.