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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.