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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.