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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.