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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.