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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Index,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
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.