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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.