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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.