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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.