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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.