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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
10cc,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.