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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.