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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Smog,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.