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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.