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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.