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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.