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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Unwound,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.