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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.