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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.