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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.