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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.