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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.