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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Faust,
cv313,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Smog,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.