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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.