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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.