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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.