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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Fear,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.