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 France and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.