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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.