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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Suicide,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.