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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.