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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Pylon,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.