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 Singapore 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.