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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.