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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.