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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.