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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.