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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.