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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.