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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Japan,
the Association,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
UT,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.