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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.