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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.