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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.