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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.