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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.