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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Oneida,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.