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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.