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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.