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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.