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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.