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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.