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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.