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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.