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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.