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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.