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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.