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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.