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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Wings,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.