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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.