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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.