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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.