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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.