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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.