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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.