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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Malaria!,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.