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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.