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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
X-101,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.