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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.