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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.