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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 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 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.