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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.