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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.