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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.