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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.