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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.