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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.