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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.