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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.