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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Cymande,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.