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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.