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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.