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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.