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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Chrome,
UT,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.