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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.