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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.