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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.