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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.