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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Visage,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.