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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.