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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.