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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.