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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.