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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Crime,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.