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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.