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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.