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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Saints,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.