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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.