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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.