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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.