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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.