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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.