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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.