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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.