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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.