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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.