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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.