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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.