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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Organ,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.