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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.