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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pole,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Fear,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.