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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.