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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 organ 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.