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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
MC5,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.