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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Faust,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.