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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.