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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.