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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.