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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.