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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gong,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.