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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.