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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
June Days,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.