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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.