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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.