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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.