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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
UT,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.