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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.