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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.