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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Fear,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.