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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.