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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
UT,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.