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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.