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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.