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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.