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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Index,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.