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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Chrome,
Can,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.