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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.