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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.