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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Monks,
The Slits,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.