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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.