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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Organ,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.