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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
the Human League,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.