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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.