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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.