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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.