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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.