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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.