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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.