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 Albania and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.