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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.