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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.