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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.