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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.