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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.