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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.