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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.