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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.