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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
cv313,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.