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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.