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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.