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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.