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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Gories,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.