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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.