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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.