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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.