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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.