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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.