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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.