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 Australia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.