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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Section 25,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Wire,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.