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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.