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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.