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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.