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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.