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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.