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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.