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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.