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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.