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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.