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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.