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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
UT,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.