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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.