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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.