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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Echospace,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.