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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
AZ,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.