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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.