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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.