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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Excepter,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.