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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Basic Channel 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.