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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.