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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.