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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.