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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.