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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.