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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
UT,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.