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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Japan,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.