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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Gong,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.