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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.