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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.