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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Index,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.