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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Faust,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.