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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
UT,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.