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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.