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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.