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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Smog,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.