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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.