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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Nas,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.