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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.