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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.