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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.