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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.