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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
JFA,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.