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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Index,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.