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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.