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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.