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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.