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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Faust,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.